LOVE OF DARK

Wading thro’ darkness

Dripping like gems of pollen dust

From wings of  black  butterflies ,

Driving my way thro’ drizzles

Of honey in  random drops of  rain ,

Moist with memory of a sweet past

Eyes annointed  with  

Dim star-light

Soaked in evening dew ,

The rippling river alongside

Drunk with the  love of a smiling moon

And I driving across time into a land of blue bliss

Lying at the end of road .

Comp. n copyright : saroj kumar padhi: 12/08/14

SUPERMOON AND THE SEA

I’m a  Despo crying at the height

For the brightest supermoon of the night

The chimes of my heart keep ringing

To blows  from breeze still flicking .

Trees spouting wind of impatient love

Into ears of buds and blossoms half-sleeping

Where do I go this bright night

When the Tsunami of passion ravages the shores ?

Save holding on to the anchor of your destructive love

Breaking each of my  bone in its mad sweep

Lying across the sands of  your  inflamed desire

Sprawling on the beach , soaked with foam and filth

To the core?

Enjoying the pain of being  thoroughly ruined

By the mad bursts of your white glow

Blinding me to a dazed look at your flow

Of love so mysterious but true

That’s why I’m in love with you !!!

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi 12/08/14

YOU ARE MINE

All wounded hearts are mine

With  wild gush of aching blood

Red as flowing wine ,

All crying eyes are  mine

With tears of hurt or loss

Pure as the ones of mine ,

All tormented souls are mine

With desire for redemption

Ripe in pain's tangled  vine ,

All smiles are  also mine

Flashing  images of God

For which hungry spirits pine .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

10/08/14 

The ‘you’ of my poems is no particular person nor the ‘I’ of my poems always I. They are variants .A poem takes its own situation, characters, feelings and thoughts…I m just a medium to arrange them in some suitable words…..         Saroj  .

PASSION PURE

At last I have reached you it seems --

the white petals of passion ;

At the end of a long journey

through miles of bleeding cracks

 in  the overly emotional heart ,

after meandering thro’ baffling mazes of mind

to rest on beguiling beauty of blossoms

that became dearer to some  strange God

leaving  me burning into sweet white flames

inside the warm and cosy home of green sod ;

happy with my little world of white flowers

kissing  butterflies and bees under bowers ,

I  count and read the beads of night’s bliss  

and rejoice at the  sacrificial death of Sun

dying  every night a lover- sincere and  true

to invoke the lovely moon for limitless fun ;

each of my breath melts into the mild petals

opening out  into soft smiles at the magic look

from the face of a swift and clear cracking dawn

I bow to you God, my lover of day and night

hold me light

just as you hold this universe, your pawn .

Comp. and copyright : saroj k. padhi

10/08/14

LET US

Let us grow strangers to those butterflies

That sprinkled colours into our eyes

Blindfolding emotional hearts to melt

Before breaking into bursts of sighs .

Let us not look at that  moon

That crazed the waters  of the pond

In whom  our shadows met

Before moving away from the bond.

Let us  not visit that garden again

Where the Sun enchanted the leaves

Of our fingers to entangle  eternity

Into soft touch of wild,excited flowers .

Let us say bye to those stars

That waved their hands as we lay

On bed of dew-soaked grass

With petals of body folded to pray .

Let us move away from rain too

That scratched the inside of our feel

With rainbows of wondrous joy

Before our eyes with true tears of love fill .

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

09/08/14

THE RIPPLE GONE !

Here I vanish like a dying ripple

From the river of your heart

Without a murmur of request,

Nor  disturbing your quiet siesta

In the lap of dreams’ shore

With wishes for the best

Writ on the waters’ lighted floor .

Look  how  the pebbles

of my knotted thoughts

Lie  inside the body of sands

For rest in the sweet grave of peace

Away from the bustle of clamoring hearts

I'm just a  rock’s silent piece

Looking up to heaven for rain of death’s ultimate bliss .

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

09/08/14

SURFING ACROSS GUILT

How long will I have to be patient and persistent

before I grow mature enough to understand myself

my foolish fancies ,my weaknesses, my angularities

my predilection to fall into lows of an abyss

while barging  into fits of passion and emotion

affecting the moon with burden of mythical stains

shocking flowers out of dreams in sleep

into moments of  undeserved guilt ?

How long will I take to build my cool

in the midst of my uneasy emotions

that propel me to stumble into

lusty dreams of the dawn for the night ??

Am I a cursed star in the sky of love

looking at splinters of self-image

in the bosom of a broken moon ???

Emotions my own blackmail me

under the blanket  of  the night

in this  house of  old doubts

with new fear and new fright .

But as night grows with me

Into its darkest hours

I see myself

on my newly acquired mirror

melting at the touch of my new  image

into a warm fountain of affection

to bond  with God

being the  only ambition

on the grave of all past emotion .

This is the prayer of a pervert

to Gods and goddesses of the night…

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi 05/08/14